Anger exploded in my chest and mixed up strangely with the anxious squirm in my guts caused by his question. “No, I don’t bloody well care what’s going on, it’s always gonna be me doing the fucking.” I pushed back against him, choosing to force him into me. His tip easing through my hole wasn’t what I would classify as pain, but it wasn’t really good, either. There was a tickle of something brilliant, though, and I could tell if I chased after the urgent impulse to move that it might be all joy.
“Shit,” Aspen mumbled, then leaned up and sucked on my bottom lip. His eyes slammed closed.
If I was going to do this, I was doing it up right, so I sank completely onto him, then immediately wished I’d taken my time. I would’ve never let anyone I cared about act like a fool on my cock, but for some reason I’d thought it would be okay—or that I could take it. I sat there panting while Aspen ran a hand along my back in a manner that couldn’t be interpreted as any-fecking-thing but comforting.
“Hold on. Stop for a second. Relax.”
I nodded. “Feck. Vail makes this look so easy.”
Aspen snorted. Maybe he wanted to smile at me, but it was gratifying as feck to see sweat glistening on his skin and feel the impatient way he tensed every few seconds, as if he wanted to pound his cock into me until we were both yelling so loud the neighbors hammered on the walls.
“You know better,” he finally said, then grinned.
“I don’t really know shite,” I whispered, and this time I got a full-on laugh from him.
We began to move so slow that I was embarrassed about it, but he wasn’t pushing the pace and my body was giving me hell. There were twinges. I felt stuffed to the brim. But there was also pleasure each time I rocked up and slid down the short ways I could convince myself to move, so we kept at it. Aspen had the stone-cold willpower of a saint because I would’ve been slamming anyone on my cock this long, whether they were ready for it or not, and I smacked his shoulder.
“What?” he asked in between harsh pants.
“Treating me like this.”
Aspen thrust hard, and I gasped in a breath through my clenched teeth. “That’s what I thought. Are you okay?”
“Don’t ask me that again,” I muttered.
He glared, and my gut sank because it seemed I’d actually managed to make him angry, or at least, I worried I had, but he slid his hands to my arse and squeezed. “Then get off me. I do what I want with the people I’m fucking. That includes asking if they’reokay.”
I huffed, and he looked right back. I rolled my eyes and nodded. He gave me another one of those powerful thrusts and this time it wasn’t so bad. I ground against him, and he moaned, flopping down hard against the bed.
“I said I’m fucking ye. Don’t forget it.” I sat up straighter and used all the strength I had to move on him the way I enjoyed someone treating my cock when I was feeling lazy and wanted to get off. He didn’t let me do all the work, though, his hips dipping and moving like waves in the ocean. I was shocked at how fast it all started to feel good. Before long any hints that this was about my pride were lies—I wanted to come with his cock in my arse. If I was going to do it, I might as well get all the fun, right?
After a bit Aspen’s muscles tensed under my hands where they rested on his chest and he covered them with his.
“Let me be on top.”
“Why?” My heart raced faster and I almost swallowed my tongue. My pulse pounded in my ears and it had nothing to do with how close I was to the edge.
“You’ll find out.” He rolled us, and we nearly fell off the bed. I flailed like aneejit, grasping for the air, but Aspen kissed me and didn’t let me drop headfirst on the floor. My hands landed on his sturdy shoulders, and he was still buried deep in my body. When he was over me, he got up on his knees, and I wrapped my legs around him so he couldn’t get away. A bit of his sweat landed on my chest, and I wanted to mash us together again. I wanted to smell like him and feel him all over me. He smiled, and I ran my thumbs along his cheeks.
“Let go a little,” he said.
I shrugged, because I’d gone this far with things, and relaxed my legs. This time when he thrust, he angled into my arse differently, and my insides melted in a peculiar way.
“Feck,” I muttered as all rational thought abandoned ship.
“Yeah, I’m good, right?”
I shoved at him. In response, he thrust deep and it wasn’t terrible, but it was a lot. I tried not to let a sound escape from between my lips by sinking my teeth against his shoulder. Aspen went back to the methodical way he’d been working me over before, and the pleasure began to twist through my groin. He smelled good and felt good and his cock was frazzling my brain and exploding it like fireworks. “Was supposed to be fucking ye,” I said against his skin, then kissed the spot I’d bitten.
He snorted. “You are.”
“What does that mean?” I growled.
Aspen smashed his mouth against mine and forced my head onto the bed, then slipped his hand between us. My entire body clenched when he began to jerk me off in time to what he was doing in my ass. He kissed down my neck, and I tried to move to get him to be rougher, but all that made him do was worry his teeth over that same spot that was probably already blooming purple on my neck.
“If ye’re gonna fuck me, do it,” I barked, but I didn’t sound like my usual self. I moaned and used all my strength to keep up with him, smashing against his cock. We raced faster together.
“I’m doing exactly what I want to do right now.” He twisted his hand on my cock just right and rubbed the foreskin over the head. That was it. Electricity sizzled in my belly. I emptied my nuts over his knuckles and sprayed cum onto my own belly as tremors rocked me.
